And Kuala Lumpur is sooooo unfriendly…

Well, now I know why New York seemed so friendly to me.

It appears that, in the very same fact finding mission of the Readers’ Digest, Kuala Lumpur was the third bottom on the friendliness stakes.

I can relate to that. I’ve tried to get on the Kommuter going south from KL Sentral, and simply let train after train go without me, rather than push my way on. I’ve had my car breakdown in the fast lane and be ignored [except for the irate hooting] while I fixed it myself.

When I first came to KL it was a different story, though. Thirty-seven years ago, it was a lovely place as far as courtesy went….

The funny thing is that the perception hasn’t changed to keep up with the reality. People still think of themselves as courteous Asians, respectful of elders, having an Asian gentleness that you don’t see in the West… Yeah, tell me about it. You’ll still find that in smaller towns and villages, but in KL? Nope, we should learn it from New York.

Grammar tips 4: who, whose, whom and who’s

The usual Sunday post on grammar and style…

Let’s get the easy one out of the way first.
Whose
and who’s.
Simple. Who’s means who is. Always. Just like it’s always means it is. No exceptions.
You can’t say “Who is book is this?” can you? So here it must be whose. You can’t get much easier than that.

Now the more difficult one: whom and who.
Well, in fact this one is also pretty easy, but there is one problem – whether we should use whom at all.

Now I’m from the olden times, back in the days when school wasn’t expected to be fun and teachers happily taught forty minute classes of pure GRAMMAR. I actually say things like, “Whom did he give it to?” Yeah, I know. People like me are anachronistic leftovers from a bygone era. I admit it.

Anyway, let’s look at the basis for the difference first.

Who is the subject of a verb, like he or she. Subjects do things.
Whom is the object, like him or her. Objects have things happen to them.

Who is that? [Who is the subject. ]
Whom did she see? She saw whom? [Here, “she” is the subject. Compare: Did she see him?].

“She likes him.” should become in a question “She likes whom?” or “Whom does she like?”.

The man, whom they all knew to be a doctor, came running into the room. [In this sentence, the subject of the main sentence {in red} is “the man“. Ignore that part of the sentence and look at the other part. The subject of the blue bit is “they“. They all knew him to be a doctor. – So you can’t use “who” in this part of the sentence.

Compare that last sentence to this one:
The man, who was a doctor, came running into the room.
In this sentence, the man is still the subject of the main [red] part.
He’s also the subject of the blue part. He’s a doctor. This time, there’s no other subject like we to worry about. He was a doctor. Which is why we use who and not whom.

We use whom after prepositions too: by whom, with whom, to whom etc. Always. At least always if you want to be grammatical…*grin*.
The people with whom I travelled were all from Nannup.

Another problem with the preposition + whom is that it so often ends up with a hanging preposition which is just plain ugly. Look at this: He didn’t know whom to give it to. And yet He didn’t know to whom to give it sounds stilted.

Ok so now you know: you can’t say “Who did you give it to?” [in other words, “To who did you give it?”] Bad grammar. And hands up everyone who’s going to obey that grammar rule…?

Which brings us to the real problem. Whom has gone out of fashion. Put it in your writing and you can sound really staid and out of date. On the other hand, if you use who when you should use whom, it is going to grate on old pedants [one of whom may be the editor you are trying to impress] like me. So what’s a poor writer to do?

Well, if you are writing a modern novel, I would not use whom in your dialogue [unless someone from a past age like me is speaking!]. If you are writing a period piece on the other hand, and your speaker is a well-bred lady/gentleman, then perhaps you should.

And in your text? Tough one. Theoretically you should be grammatically correct. But…you don’t want your book to sound like a nineteenth century tome. So dodge whom altogether whenever using it just doesn’t ring true to your writer’s ear. In cases like that, rewrite the sentence to avoid it. I know I do.

Friendly New York

A Readers’ Digest study found that New York is actually one of the most friendly cities.

I can attest to that, on the basis of the visit I made a few weeks back. Several times people took the time to ask if I needed help when I was alone, presumably because I looked a bit lost and had a guide book in my hand. When I was out with my daughter and the almost-two in his stroller – believe me, you need help. Ever tried to lug a large toddler and a stroller and sundry other items down crowded subway steps? Numerous people went out of their way to assist. I was constantly reminded of how much I like Americans.

Which in turn makes me marvel how so many nice people can elect such an awful government that has so thoughtlessly squandered the goodwill and sympathy felt for their country and New York on 9/11.

Losing touch indeed…

No sooner had I posted the blog on how we are losing touch with the natural world, that I had confirmation in a study done on why there are proportionally less people going to National Parks in the US. than there used to be. Seems that the National Parks Service is losing out to… guess what? … the internet.

So stop reading this and go visit a National Park!

How I write a novel (3)

See also How I write a novel (1) and How I write a novel (2)

So there I am, on the bus, discovering the route as I journey. Sometimes it all goes far too slowly to please me; at other times I race along at over 3,000 words a day. [I think the most I’ve ever written in a single day was 5,000 words]. Sometimes it feels as if I am out on the road pushing the bus; at other times the speed of the journey is exhilarating.

And then I am there, at the end. Wow. Break out a bottle of wine and celebrate!

That point can come in as little as five or six months, depending on how much my other job intrudes. But it’s only the first time I’ve driven the route, and boy, did I make some mistakes along the way. I deviated when I shouldn’t have; I failed to take some side routes that I should have explored. Some of the passengers were too quiet; others too chatty; some I forgot about and went sailing past while they waited at the bus stop. [In Gilfeather, I remember, I forgot about the dog for half the book and didn’t realise, until I reread, that he’d inexplicably vanished halfway through the book!]

As we progressed, I had attended to some of these problems, and even backtracked to solve them, but mostly I was far too anxious to reach my destination.

Now, however, I have to go over the route and again and again. How many times? Hard to say. there are parts where my driving was perfect first time around. There are other bits that get rehashed countless times – twenty? thirty? – who knows. I just do it till I get it right.

Many authors – especially new ones – tend to overwrite [i.e. say too much/repeat/over-explain] and it is at this stage that they re-route the bus, slashing out the unnecessary deviations and repetitive bits. And yes, I do that too. Overall, though, I was too anxious to reach the terminus and I always tend to underwrite. The first major rewrite often results in another 5,000 to 10,000 words being added!

Finally though, I have a story that looks good.

Is that the end it? Not by a longshot. I haven’t even looked at the fine tuning, the polishing.

More about that another day.

Losing touch with the natural world

There was a pix in the newspaper today of a very large millipede which apparently caused a ruckus in a town market. The millipede was 8″‘ long – nothing unusual. I see them all the time in the forest. Along with some of the other things I’ve posted here. What worries is that it should cause a stir.

We have become so divorced from the natural world – of which we are an integral part – that we think ourselves somehow special and able to exist apart. We surround ourselves by things that are both tamed and exotic – plants, animals – because we prefer them to what we already had. We destroy everything that bothers us – snakes, wasps, spiders, tigers, elephants, rainforest…what does it matter? We can survive without them.

Can we? I’ll make a prediction. If you are under 30 years old now, and live to be 80 plus, you’ll find out in your lifetime that we can’t. At least not with the kind of life you have now. And I don’t mean it will be better. It won’t.

Not so very many years ago, farmers and villagers over Malaysia counted the seasons by the arrival and departure of migratory birds. (Well, what better way when we don’t have winter and spring and autumn and it’s kind of summery all year long?) Now, when I mention bird migration, people look at me and say, surprised, “We got migratory birds, what?”

I have to explain migration to people suddenly worried about bird flu. I have to tell them the most elementary of things – yes, migration happens. Yes, birds do come from Indonesia to here. If you ever bothered to look, you’d see them. No, you probably won’t catch flu that way – you’ll get it via some idiot who imports illegal fighting cocks, or who smuggles in exotic pet birds for his shop.

We ignore our connection to the natural world at our peril. Bird flu could be the next wake-up call. And if it is, it will be because of the way we farm and the way we market our food. It will be because we have made too many inroads into the wild, not because the wild has come looking for us.

Want to learn about our wild heritage and do something to save yourself? Join the Malaysian Nature Society. And stay a member for the rest of your life. They at least are trying – on your behalf. And yet they have a measly 3,000 or so members in a population of 23 million. And that – to me – is a national disgrace.

Photos [courtesy my husband]
Beetle, spider and vine from Maliau Basin
tualang tree [Koompassia excelsa] with wild bee nests hanging under the branches, oil palm plantation, Kalabakan. The world’s tallest tropical rainforest tree.

Sabah Blogging: the Sunday market

The early morning Sunday market in Kota Kinabalu is fun. It’s also heart-rendingly sad at times.

Right in the heart of the city, you can buy just about anything, from live puppies to rainforest solutions to your impotency problem, from wild honey to – alas – shells and corals stolen from the country’s natural heritage (or possibly from the Philippines’ natural heritage), from tortoises (yes, they are tortoises, not turtles, you Americans out there – they have legs, not flippers, damn it!), to clothing and sumptious food.

You can even have your blood pressure checked for a donation (people give as little as US 30c) to a charitable organisation.

Bottles of bee honey – many of the insects used are not at all like the honey bee. Wood, bark, fungi, lichens, roots, leaves – everything seems to have medicinal value – a lot of it aimed at enhancing sexual function (men really do have a problem, don’t they…) Funny thing is this: the buyers all seem to think that because a product is “natural” it’s got to be good for you. Hmm. Have they never heard of hemlock or similar? They happily take untested produce on the say-so of a stranger telling them it’s “traditional medicine”. Yeah, right. They are braver men than me.

Check out those lovely woven dishes and containers.

Writing tips: keep it tight

The regular Sunday writing tip…

I tend to write a first draft quickly, aiming just to get the story right, with a good sense of flow. When I read it back, I groan. The flow of the story is fine, but the writing is sloppy. There are too many superfluous wishy-washy words that shouldn’t be there. (I never show my first draft to anyone!)

Beware of words that don’t mean anything much: seem to be, appear to be, really, actually, very, keep on, almost, have to, go and, all those useless prepositions. Go for verbs that are punchier.

He went and blew the candle out. If it makes sense, change it to He blew the candle out.
The day appeared fine.
Why not: The day was fine. Even the verb “to be” has more of a punch that “to appear” or “to seem”! Run a “find” on your word processing programme for overused words.

Here are some examples from my recent writing:

“…and then keeps sending me small luxuries he buys with his own money”
Changed to: “…and then sends me small luxuries he buys with his own money”

“I don’t know what you said to her to explain why you lost control of your power while fighting…” There’s a stack of short words here, and you end up reading it twice to work out what it means. It can be altered without changing the meaning or the speech patterns of the character.
Changed to: “I don’t know how you explained your loss of control over your power during the fight…”

…so his father could have a sense of … becomes: …so his father gained a sense of…

…with a troubled expression on her face becomes simply: …with a troubled expression.

Arrant started preparations for planning the building of the aqueduct (Ugh! Did I really write that!?) becomes Arrant started planning the construction of the aqueduct. I replaced “building” with “construction” because it meant one less “ing” word – even though “building ” was a noun in the sentence, it sounded ugly because it followed “planning“.

Beware of too many prepositions one after the other:
He passed
by back up through the alley…
He sat back down behind with Tim.
He turned up below with Garis.
I looked behind back to where…
Reword!

There is, there are, it was, it is are often superfluous. Toss them if you can.
There were six men standing on the road = Six men stood in the roadway.
It was a storm that came from the north = The storm blew in from the north.

Some time this coming week, I’ll do another blog on “How I write a Novel”. Right now I have to devise a questionnaire for birder tourists coming to Malaysia…
I’d rather be writing the ending of “Song of the Shiver Barrens“.
Or doing some birding myself.
Especially on a Sunday.

When friends and booksellers rock…

A fellow writer and friend, Russell Kirkpatrick, once recommended a book of mine (The Aware) to a bookseller over where he lives in Hamilton, New Zealand (pop.130,000 – or so the town website tells me). The bookseller read it and loved it, then started to recommend it – and subsequent books of mine – to readers coming into her (independent) store. The nice thing is that they kept coming back for more…

Result: she has sold 20 copies of each title. Wow. Geez, that’s one book per every 2,160 people. I don’t know your name, Ms Bookseller from Hamilton, but I think you rock! Bless you.

Now if only Whitcoulls, the New Zealand bookchain with 80 stores, would stock my books with that sort of enthusiasm…

Borneo blogging: back in Sabah


Here I am back in Kota Kinabalu for at least four months. If I look out of my window, I can see Pink-necked Pigeons in the line of fruiting of fig trees outside. They mutter and grumble and whine like a line of school-entrapped teens.

And I am having problems with language. The accent is different, and I find myself straining to make sense of Malay that has a strong Indonesian twang to it. And then there’s culture-shock. I ordered teh O kosong yesterday (literally “tea nothing empty”) and, guess what, there was half an inch of sugar in the bottom of the glass. Guess I’ll have to learn to add “Gula tak nak!” (sugar don’t want!).

I am going to get back to Song of the Shiver Barrens today, even though my editor tells me there is no need to have it in at the end of July as she is off to UK for the whole of August. (She is going to meet my agent for the first time while there). I am expecting the copy edit for Shadow of Tyr back any minute, too.

On another front, I have embarked on a new project for the Malaysian Nature Society who are in turn working with the Ministry of Tourism on the promotion of bird tourism. Or maybe that should read birder tourism. I’m glad to have some “real” work again (huh!)- the first this year. In the meantime I am delighted to see that the last project I worked on – the push towards the gazettement of NW Langkawi as a national or state park – seems to be moving things along. Occasionally we do have small victories. Just hope it is not too late…

So a busy few months coming up.